Way back in October I managed to injure myself fabulously without having any idea how or why it happened. I fell off my porch and severely twisted my right ankle. I don't have any idea how or why I managed to do this--I was just standing by the door one minute and the next I was a crumpled heap in the dirt and yelling extremely unladylike words. Not a single clue what happened in between.
Anyway. It was an extraordinarily painful injury and the next morning I limped off to the urgent care clinic where I was diagnosed with a sprain and given crutches. (Which I didn't use for long on the grounds that I was so graceless and clumsy on them that I was most certainly going to hurt myself even worse than I did falling down to begin with.) It improved but it never got totally better and has been sore off and on for the last few months. I either keep re-injuring it, or it never healed properly at all. I think it might just never have healed, and I also believe that I was misdiagnosed and had a fracture that probably needed a little more care than it was given.
Of course I went to a friend's house today and his two extremely excitable huskies tripped me. Now my ankle hurts a whole fucking bunch and I think I really re-injured it this time.
I plan on ignoring it but it's pretty eye-crossingly painful.
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